Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 860 Chicken Hair
"What nonsense are you talking about? That's obviously a person!"

"How can a person appear in a chicken coop? Here, can you get in?"

"I...I can't..."

"That's it!"

Outside the chicken coop, two little boys, about seven or eight years old, were feeding the chickens with food buckets.

The other chickens were just busy showing off their fans and didn't pay any attention to what they were talking about.

"Hurry up and get him out. He seems to have fainted from the smoke."

"What, tear down the chicken coop?"

"That's not it!"

The conversation ended hastily.

Soon, the two children performed another amazing move.

One of the little boys lifted the chicken coop that was firmly fixed to the ground with one hand.

The other one also seized the opportunity, reached in with one hand, and pulled the unconscious Han Zhan out of the chicken coop.

Whether it is the chicken coop or the Korean War, their weight should not be something a seven or eight-year-old child can lift.

Still one-handed!

Unfortunately, Han Zhan is now in a coma and did not see such a shocking scene.

"The people have been rescued, and now what?"

"How about we wait until he wakes up first?"

"Why not just throw it into the street?"

"You're crazy! It's night outside now. If you throw him out on the street, he'll die!"

During the day... I will die... What are they talking about... Han Zhan, who breathed in the fresh air, has gradually shown signs of waking up.

He opened his eyes slightly, and in his blurry and dim vision, he could vaguely see the outlines of two little boys.

And their voices continued to be heard.

"No matter what, he also came from the chicken coop. As a member of the chicken coop, he should have his own number."

The little boy who made the "shocking statement" before seemed to have some special obsession with numbering.

"But the number you just gave seemed a little inelegant." Another little boy complained mercilessly.

"That's easy. Just change it. His serial number is 8. We can give him a new code name."

"What do you think, how about calling him Chicken Hair?"

The other little boy hesitated for a moment, as if thinking.

"Ji Fa... sounds good, so from now on his code name will be Ji Fa!"

Just as they finalized the code name, Han Zhan finally came to his senses.

The first moment he woke up, he heard the last conversation between the two little boys.

Han Zhan, who was originally sober, became a little confused again... What? I, Cheng Ji, posted something? !

After being confused, I suddenly woke up.

Han Zhan sat up with a start, and his reaction scared the two little boys.

"Shh! Jifa, are you awake?"

"Oh my god, I'm so scared. Why is he pretending to be dead?"

Han Zhan did not answer immediately. He first looked around and figured out his situation.

Fortunately, it’s not a chicken coop.

But it was as dark as a chicken coop, with only a little bit of weak light coming in, and two young human faces could barely be seen.

Such a closed room, like a fully enclosed container, gives people a feeling of depression at first glance.

"Thank you... two little heroes for your help."

After retracting his gaze, Han Zhan bowed to the two little boys and considered his wording in a more literary way.

Now that I have become Ji Fa, I cannot weaken the character of King Wu no matter what.

What Han Zhan didn't know was that the Jifa he understood and the Jifa the little boy said had the same pronunciation, but everything else seemed to be different...

Let's get back to the topic. The two little boys looked at each other and shook their heads.

"We are not called little heroes. We have our own code names."

Code...code name? Han Zhan was stunned for a moment and didn't react at first.

"My code name is Tong Yi, and his code name is Tong Er."

Han Zhan: "..."

Very good, simple and easy to understand.

"Don't you have your own name?" Han Zhan asked curiously again.

"Name? We don't have a name, why do we need a name?" Tong shook his head without even thinking.

"That's right. We need to think about naming. We are the common people. We only have code names, not real names."

Common people, code name...Han Zhan felt stunned and dazed when he heard this.

This seems to be different from the history I understand.

However, this is the world of fruits. Abnormal is normal. If it were normal, it would be too abnormal.

Han Zhan could only use this to explain and comfort himself.

He nodded slightly to show that he understood.

"Ji Fa, are you hungry? Do you want to come with us and have dinner?"

"After you finish eating, you can go to bed. Early to bed and early to rise will keep you healthy."

Tong Er asked Han Zhan.

Tong Er's words surprised Han Zhan again.

Although this is a closed room, judging from the light leaking through the gaps in the room, it should be daytime now.

Why did it become night in his mouth?
We have just entered this fruit world, and there are still too many unknowns that have not been explored clearly.

Currently, all my sources of information depend on these two little boys. If I leave here rashly, the danger will be even greater.

After thinking about it, Han Zhan did not refuse their invitation.

The three of them left the room near the chicken coop together.

When Han Zhan walked out of the room, he realized that not only the room, but even the corridor outside was completely covered above his head.

Fortunately, there was a fire burning on the wall, so they didn't have to move forward in the dark.

On the wall beside the passage, illuminated by the fire, Han Zhan could also see some simple carved murals.

There are many incomprehensible patterns painted on these murals.

In terms of style, it does have some similarities to the period in the history of Korean War memory, but it is more mysterious and more twisted.

The "people" are outlined with simple lines, and there are various messy lines, like children's unconscious graffiti.

He took a few glances and gave up the idea of ​​continuing his research.

The three continued forward.

Calculating the time, they have come a long way.

Tong Yi and Tong Er looked only seven or eight years old, but their running strength was just as strong as that of an adult, and they were even much faster.

After many twists and turns, they finally arrived at the place where they would have dinner.

In addition to children, there are also old people, women, young people, and people of all ages here.

The scene suddenly became much more lively.

Han Zhan followed the example of the two little boys and found a seat to sit down.

In front of them, there is a huge "track" that looks like a self-service water flow.

After everyone was seated, a "clang clang clang" sound was heard from the top pipe connected to the track, as objects hit the pipe wall.

Soon, under the expectant gaze of everyone, the "food" poured out of the pipe and slid forward along the track.

When Han Zhan saw their "food" clearly, he was stunned again.

Pieces of stuff of varying sizes that are blacker than charcoal.

You call this food?!

(End of this chapter)